Happy Friday, I guess. Tomorrow is my birthday party. My mum is thowing it, I don't even want one. I'm only 15, but I feel 40.


Damn you age. The Carla is destroying a box, don't ask me why. But, more later, I'm going to Connor's, to get the scoop on his boyfriend. <3

Wow, I'm glad my High School is so boss. I just got all new classes, except English, the only teacher I don't like I'm stuck with for, about another 18 WEEKS. Fuck my life.

So, yeah. I was all exited because my computer worked again, yet, oh how wrong I was. Someone hacked my computer and killed my hard drive. I don't even think they make hard drives for my computer anymore, it was made in like 2001. Goo! The planet is against me AGAIN.

Anyway, I did fairly well on my exams, I'm not really sure about math and bio yet. I hope I did well, if I didn't my dad's going to kill me, execution style. Or crucify me. Either or. But, that's okay, I think I'm gonna move in with my mom for a while, or maybe if Emi's 'rents love me enough they'll let me stay there for a bit. Until my dad gets used to the fact that, yeah i do in fact like girls, because most guys are dicks. And only nice to look at.

In other news, I have a class with my gay friends but pirate(boyfriend?) I don't know what to call him yet. I don't think they know what to call each other yet, I'm not even sure I'm suposed to know about this yet, because, yet again, no one tells me anything. Sometimes it's like pulling teeth with these kids to get something out of them.

Anyhoodles, I'm sitting in my sixth hour, because my schedule got all fucked up, like that guy who hit the guard rail by my house last night (http://smalltowngirlslivingston.blogspot.com/2010/01/smash-up-derby.html). But, that's a whole other story. So, if anyone cares I'll be posting form my sixth hour instead of fourth.

After spending about 45 minutes glaring at my computer screen, it's done....I hope. I don't remember if I said something about this before, but my computer had like uddles of viruses. It was a bitch trying to figure out where they came from, but I did it. So, now my computers back to working like normal, which is still really slow. But, at least I don't have to use my dad's porn infested computer, ick.

And who, Buster's getting better, but I'm getting ill. Thanks Michigan weather.... Hurray....

I just finished drinking one of those rad Kool-aid Jammers. Yeah, they do still make those, the pure sugar ones form the '90s. Awesome right? Anyway, I have exams all this week, but I had Monday off, and I also have Friday off. So, I guess it's not a week. Oh well, same thing.

I got my new phone yesterday at around noon. My dad came in when I was sleeping and was all, "get your bum outta bed." D:<

SO then I stayed on the phone with a T-Mobile recording for like an hour, then got transferred to a person, needless to say, I was a little pissed.

Enter the world of new phones. I'm now a not-so-proud-owner of a Samsung Comeback. I thought it was cute, but I really wanted a Sidekick. My new phone is purple and white. I was depressed that they don't make it in black and purple. That would be kick ass. It doesn't play music, but I do have an iPod. Howard, you're finally being put to work full time now, so don't go dying on me.

I have to study my bum off for exams, that's gonna suck. I'll probabaly make Emi help me with Bio and German, even though she's gonna be totally lost with German.

Buster just made the cutest face ever. He was staring at my dad who's on the phone and the look on his face was like, "dad? It's okay, don't kill the lady on the other end of the phone." wiht the 0-0 eyes.

New post-ness! CAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRLLLLLLLLL!

Heh, sorry. A bit bored, and depressed/tired...

That's all you get.

My Fourth hour teacher loves me, she gave me candy.... So, now I'm sitting at my little desk munching on a Snickers, even though it was cut in half, and the part of my wrapper only have the Snick part.

Exams are in a week, do you know what that means?! No more updates for a week! Yay! Not really. I'll be so bored! exams make me want to punch babies, or commit suicide. or, better yet, both.

My teacher's cleaning out her cabinet and she found rock hard marshmallows, when she was dumping them in the garbage it sounded like Jaw Breakers, that's what I thought they were.

I'm blowing off my bio homework.

Yesterday, when I was driving home with my sister, we say a swan, I was like "What the fuck, you fucking swan? It's the middle of winter, what the fuck are you doing here?! What the fucks wrong with you?!" yeah, I say fuck a lot, and i was really uber tired too, so it was bad. Peanut stepped on my shoe and it went flying into the snow, so I was walking around shoeless for a bit.